Your name is an incantation.
Powerful enough to have left me quivering in the wan light of a hotel room..
And with the taste of your mouth still lingering in mine,
Tears like white-hot ash sizzled against the remnants of a loveless childhood.
Melting it from the inside out...
Revealing it for the nothingness it truly was;
A desolate ruse, painted with bloody fingers to resemble the life I’d imagined.
The love I’d imagined.
I knew then it was a lie, and you had set me free.
Inside your eyes, those two perfect, jade green universes I have traveled to time and time again..
I came alive as a trembling, wounded animal.
An animal that in time, stood regal in the face of ruin.
Where I had once cowered, I bared teeth.
Where I had once balked, I lurched forward.
Where I had once hated, I passionately loved.
Oh, how I loved.
The single syllable of your name is more potent than anything one could write.
It takes on its own life when I speak it alone..
Somehow, it reminds me of the sensation of a sheet, closed tightly in a fist.
Of the way sunlight feels as it warms cold skin.
Of the way passion can remove the Soul from the body,
And carry it to a place only lovers know exists.
This body is a map only you have traveled.
This mind is a constellation only you have studied.
This heart is a wild, fluttering bird only you have captured.
Willingly, and without struggle, it remains perched upon the deeply rooted tree of your being.
Where it will remain for the rest of its days..
Because it holds its feet to the bark not merely by choice..
It stays not merely through a sense of devotion or loyalty..
What binds its feet is the very essence of being alive.
Synonymous with the sensation of drawing breath..
A heart which can only beat in time with the other.